IN the moonlight under a shag-bark hickory tree
Watching the yellow shadows melt in hoof-pools,
Listening to the yes and the no of a womans hands,
I kept my guess why the night was glad.
The night was lit with a womans eyes.
The night was crossed with a womans hands,
The night kept humming an undersong.

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